The carriage moved along at a leisurely pace.
The wheels carved gentle ruts into the earth, raising barely any dust, which the wind quickly scattered.
The sound of the wheels on the road had become part of the landscape, a steady rhythm that blended with the murmur of the wind and the occasional creak of the wood. Adam lay back, his eyes half-closed, letting the rocking motion carry him into a state between wakefulness and rest.
His body seemed to have found a natural balance with the movement, as if it had already fully adapted to the journey.
The sky stretched clear above him, unbroken by clouds—a deep blue, almost indifferent to everything happening on the ground.
The light fell evenly, without harshness, bathing everything in a calm clarity that stood in contrast to the previous days.
Adam exhaled slowly.
The air left his lungs unhurriedly, carrying with it some of the accumulated tension.
